Before...I was jaded about the opposite sex and now I'm SCORNED. In fact, I think Alannis Morissettes "Bitter Pill" would be a nursery rhyme compared to dark lyrics I could potentially compose right now. In my history of relationships, dating etc...I have NEVER been stood up by a man. And it happened for the first time on Friday night discourtesy of the englishman. If I saw him crossing a street, I would accelerate and run over him, then reverse and do it again like he was a speed hump. I've spoken to a couple of other friends who have told me their "stood up" stories and say that they are not uncommon. Apparently some men seem to think that it's ok to make plans and seemingly withdraw them to suit their own circumstances and slink away from contacting you because it's all too hard and they might, shock horror, have to explain themselves. Well I'm sorry, but NOBODY keeps this lady waiting. Last week saw me completely riled up due to email argument with real estate agent withholding our bond from former residence, so I was already like a bull to a red flag...and then Friday night pushed me over the edge. Luckily I was not stood up at a public place, as I received text message that he had to go home as he left his house key behind and that he would cab it to my place. So I went home and waited....nothing. So I texted "Where the hell are you" and nothing. So then at 8pm when I was contemplating noodle box and a dvd I rang him...it rang out. So at noodle box I compiled many punchy little sms's aimed right at the heart strings to inflict pain and ongoing psychological strain, but then I just thought to myself that I'm being a stalker. So I wrote "NEVER AGAIN". And I have heard nothing. I hate him and his ASS FACE (to quote a line out of 'Waiting for Guffman'). The thing is, I know I will receive an email today going "how are you" like nothing ever happened. That's the sort of over-confident individual I am dealing with. I will have to refrain from unleashing a litigious tirade of my exact thoughts and stay strong in the belief that silence in golden...and more powerful. I just don't know how people like that can live with themselves. I guess it was an inevitable conclusion and Ellie summed him up in one four letter work that starts with C and rhymes with hunt. On the money there! So Saturday night was Deans 21st and it was a night of the rooftop with pretty people, cute relatives and a couple of nasty queens who gave me attitude when I was giving out cake and assembling people for speeches. I was hissed at and greeted with a 'talk to the hand'. Nice. I also happened to find out that there is a lesbian ninja group that get called upon to avenge wrongdoings against women. Well there's a certain recruitment consultants address that could just find it's way into their hands.
On Sunday I momentarily lifted my spirits by purchasing some CD's..."Cut Copy" and "The Best of the Carrs". Pretty happy with each of those, but not the damage on my bank account which means I JUST have enough to cover rent this week. Looks like I'll have to have toast for dinner this week. In the evening I had a lovely BBQ with my mates and attachments which was very Secret Life of Us as it involved cricket and soccer. The boys were shocked with both the tenacity of my cricket swing when I batted and almost took out a groin...as well as my tackling and "hands on" approach to soccer as I put Cam in a headlock and almost wrestled him into the ground. They say I have anger management issues. Someone even said "Boy troubles??" as I smacked the cricket ball into roof and yelled "COP THAT". Perhaps I should look into yoga??
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